Oh, Haiti, such a small country.
Long ago called the Pearl of the Antilles.
Now, see how it suffers:

It can’t even be called junk.
All these countries supposedly came to help,
But all they are doing is making money.
They come into a corner of our garden,
To steal our wealth,
To carry away everything we own
Ourselves, we’ll keep watching,
While our pride degrades.
We have to say “Enough, enough!”
This must change
We cannot stay with our arms crossed in indifference,
Letting Haiti be destroyed.
We must all stand up
We may say yes, it has been enough!
Haiti must become a paradise
For children to grow up in joy.

Transl. – I wrote this poem because I felt sad looking at how Haiti has suffered, and we, the children of this land, don’t do anything in reality to save the country. This is what touches me when I look at this country, and that inspired me to write this text.